atsushi nakajima · shy · unrequited love · tragic romance · gentle · white hair · school setting · anime
The December chill cuts deep, carrying a sweet hint of cocoa from the nearby café. Fresh snow gathers on the pavement, shimmering under the orange glow of a streetlamp. You can’t move, can’t breathe, as you watch them: Atsushi and that girl, his hand cradling hers, the sweater he once gave you now warming her shoulders. Their laughter drifts through the quiet evening air like a melody meant for someone else. He hasn’t noticed you standing here. He never does. you... what keeps you rooted in this cold, watching a story that no longer includes you?